Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2005 16:14:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: taarob
Subject: Protecting David-Alex's Story 12
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From the previous chapter:
Alex is lying on his right side and up against Larry body
with his face buried in his neck while Larry's arms are
wrapped around him. Larry lifts Alex's chin gently and
kisses him slowly while he runs his fingers through Alex's
silky blond hair, he breaks the kiss and gently rubs his
face against Alex's.
Larry says, "We should eat."
"Okay but kiss me again." Larry does. "I want a pizza with
sausage, cheese, mushrooms, green peppers, olives and
onions. Oh and a shower."
Larry disentangles himself gently and then walks over and
picks up his cell phone. Alex watches the muscles moving in
Larry's strong back, legs and buttock. Larry turns around
to look at Alex and his dick swings back and forth. He
searches and finds a number that he's already programmed in
and places the call. He talks for a minute and then returns
to bed and to Alex.
He straddles Alex's waist being very careful not to put any
weight on his lover and leans forward cradling Alex's head
in his arms. He says softly, "The pizza will be here in
thirty minutes and I know the way to the shower."
Protecting David-Alex's Story 12
Larry gently pushed his right arm under Alex's head and then
kissed his temple. Since waking at six they had been making
love and decided to relax before taking a shower. Larry's
left hand moved slowly down Alex's chest and then his
stomach as he marveled at Alex's condition. He was a touch
more lightly framed than Larry but his body was honed to
perfection.
"What the hell do you have to do to get an eight pack?"
Alex glanced up at him. "Huh?"
"Your body, Alex, how long did you have to work on these abs
to get em like this?"
"Oh....those.....since I was twelve.....maybe earlier.
Actually I don't really remember but a long time."
"Is that where the trainer comes in?"
Alex laughed. "So that's where this is all coming from!"
Larry was gently rubbing Alex's stomach. "In the car you
talked about needing a trainer."
"Larry, come over to the other side of me so that I can lay
on you." Larry rolled carefully over Alex without touching
his banged up body and cuddled up next to him as Alex rolled
onto his good side with his head against Larry's shoulder.
"That's better."
"When I was twelve or ten or whatever, Mark brought a guy in
to train my body. I mean that I had always been working out
with Mark to one degree or another but he wanted me to take
it to another level. So anyway one day this ex-Army buddy
of his shows up and we start working."
"Mark told me once that if he ever was being attacked by
like ten guys the one guy that he'd want standing next to
him would be Terry Wilder. That's the ex-Army dude. Nice
guy. He'd see me twice a week and work with me and layout
what he wanted me to be doing and he'd encourage me. Push
me but not like insanely but steadily."
"So what'd he have you do?"
"A lotta things. It was kinda a mixture of Kung fu and
stuff like that but also a lot of other stuff that the
military had developed. Basically what the Army Rangers,
Navy Seals and Special Forces go through, although probably
not that intense. That sounds like it would be too much for
a little kid but I was already doing so much with Mark that
it wasn't like some huge leap."
Larry kisses him. "So what you're saying is that you could
kick my butt."
Alex cuddled more deeply against his partner and mumbled,
"I'd rather eat your butt." Then sensing an undercurrent,
"Larry stop thinking about this! This is just the way that
I've always exercised. It's what I'm used to."
"You mean to tell me that you never thought about whumping
someone's butt when you were in high school?"
"No! Larry, you're thinking that this is a big martial arts
thing and I'm thinking that it's exercise."
Larry said, "Well not to change the subject but since the
school is giving us a partial credit for the dorm and food
contract I should be paying your dads something for living
here. How much do you think and I'll call the bank."
"Larry, why bother?"
"Alex, I gotta pay something. I can't just live here for
free."
Alex groaned. "Well for one thing it doesn't belong to my
dads because I got an email from the bank that handles my
trust and David and Mark threw this in there. They usually
put something in my trust fund every year and I guess that
David figured that it might as well be this."
Larry said, "Well I can pay the bank. Alex, I gotta pay
something."
"Larry, I know that you can afford to pay....whatever
amount, but what's the point? Just buy the food or
something if you figure we gotta divide it up. I mean it's
not like I'm having to pay rent."
"Okay...but I mean it! I gotta pay something."
Alex lifted his head and kissed Larry. "You can start by
buying me breakfast at Stack's and then you can walk me
around the campus. I gotta get back to doing things."
Larry cuddled closer to his boyfriend. "We could have more
sex, that's good exercise."
"Well....actually I was gonna suggest that you bring along a
condom and some lube on our walk. Maybe we'll find a
secluded spot."
"Oh I like the way you think! Actually I'll grab a handful
of condoms cause ya never know."
Alex lifted his head and smiled. "Dream on MacBeth."
Larry kissed Alex again and spoke softly. "Hard abs, the
best butt on the planet and he knows Shakespeare too. Could
I be any luckier?"
Alex reached down and stroked Larry's hardening cock. "We
find a secluded spot and I'll show ya just how lucky you can
get."
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The uniform of the day ended up being cargo shorts, tennis
shoes and tee shirts. The plan was to cut through the
shopping center and the walk around the campus. Once we got
to the campus there were lots of trees and stuff to make the
walking cooler.
"How is your side feeling?" I love it when Larry gets all
concerned.
"I know that it's there but it's good."
"Larry?"
"Dat's mois."
"You gonna tell your folks?"
"About the accident?"
"That and moving and......well...us."
Larry sighed. "I already have.....well some of it."
"Like?"
"I sent my Dad an email. You know that you said I should
start kinda talking to him about sports and shit? Well I
have been and then last night I emailed him and told him
about the accident and about us moving."
Larry was looking down as we walked. I asked. "Did you
tell him about us?"
"Kinda."
"Kinda?"
"I told him that you asked me to move with you and that you
had become important to me." He sighed again. "Alex, I
know that I'm being really chicken shit about this but I'm
just tryin to break this slowly. I told him that your dad
was David Kerry. Maybe that'll help. He's not stupid.
He'll know what I mean. Anyway it's not him that I'm
worried about."
"Your mom?"
"She used to be so nice. It's like she got to be brain
damaged or something. She's become so mean, so unforgiving.
She was never that way before."
"What if they try to pull you out of school?"
Larry stopped and looked at me. "They wouldn't do
that.....I don't think. Anyway I don't think that they
could. My Grandpa didn't make them trustee's of my trust
fund. There's a law firm and the bank guys. They've
already paid the money, I'm of age and my grades are good.
I don't think that they could pull it off."
"Why didn't he make them trustees?"
"I don't really know. They don't talk about it but I don't
think that he wanted my dad to marry my mom. Either that or
they got into some big fight afterwards. Any way, I'm
pretty sure that's what happened and then he didn't make
them trustees. I was really close to Gramps. He left my
dad half of his company and left me and Becky each twenty-
five percent in our trust funds when he died."
Larry stretched his arms upward towards the sky. "I wish
that he was still alive! Things were really different
then."
We had no sooner made it through the door, gone into the
bathroom to pee and met in the hallway in a passionate kiss
when the doorbell rang. It took us a good thirty seconds to
understand that it wasn't the either of our cell phones and
that yes we did actually have a front door and it needed to
be answered.
I answered the door. She was a woman of medium height with
dark brown hair that had been done by whoever it is that
does all rich women's hair and it had that same over studied
ruthlessly casual look that they all do. The word brittle
came to mind. She was wearing expensive casual slacks with
a silk blouse and what I'm sure was an obscenely expensive
leather jacket that she draped over her shoulders.
I knew. I knew just as sure as anything. "Mrs. Donovan?"
Her right hand came up to grip the edge of her jacket and a
large marquis cut diamond flashed. "You're the Kerry boy?"
I held out my hand. "Alex Chauvet-Kerry. I smiled."
She brushed past me ignoring my hand and walked into our
house. "Where's my son?" This wasn't going to be good.
I looked up and Larry looked like someone had frozen him in
mid stride, one foot ahead of the other his mouth open
slightly. His voice sounded like it took all of his
strength to produce.
"Mom! Mom what are you doing here?"
She glared at him and then demanded, "Who told you that you
could move out of the dorm?"
Larry seemed confused by the question and I knew that he was
embarrassed by her being here and also frightened of her. I
moved over so that I was standing nearer to him in case he
needed moral support. I was hoping that he wanted moral
support.
Larry stammered. "T,T,Told me?"
"Yes, your father didn't give you permission! And I
certainly didn't." Her voice was getting louder and I had
the feeling that she could go ballistic at any moment.
"Mom, I'm nineteen. I don't need anyone's permission."
Larry seemed to be calming. "We had authority from the Dean
to live off campus. The condo belongs to Alex."
Her head snapped in my direction. "So you're responsible
for this!"
"We were in an automobile accident. You probably already
know that. My fathers thought that it might be easier to
heal here. The Dean was kind enough to agree."
The venom dripped from her voice. "So you're the faggot
that seduced my son, that led him down this path!"
I had two major thoughts. The first was whether or not
Larry would cave and do what she wanted. The second was
that I hated this woman for what she had done to him and was
continuing to do. I looked at Larry and saw a healthy anger
building. I took this as permission to speak my mind.
I stepped toward Mrs. Donovan and tried to speak calmly.
"Mrs. Donovan, why don't you just leave? You're not
accomplishing anything here."
She put her hands on her slim hips and threw her elbows
back. "I have lawyers Mr. Kerry! I'll sue you! I'll sue
your so-called fathers! Do you think that I'll let a faggot
steal my son? I'll have you thrown out of this university."
She was totally wigged out and had a crazed quality to her
voice.
"Mrs. Donovan, no one has stolen your son. He's here
because we're in love and are trying to build a life
together. As far as your lawyers are concerned you'll do
what you must. If you really want a battle of law suits I'm
sure that your husband can give you my dads telephone
number."
"You think that you're being clever don't you Mr. Kerry?
That I won't act, that I'm just some housewife who'll
ultimately do nothing."
"I didn't say that, Mrs. Donovan but you have to understand
that Larry doesn't, by law, have to do anything that you
want him to do."
Thank god for Terry Wilders training! She lashed out at me
quickly with her left hand to slap me but my right hand came
up and blocked it without my even thinking about it and
Larry almost vaulted over the sofa and grabbed her hand. He
yelled while she tried to twist away, "No mom! What's
happening with you? Why are you doing this?" He held her
from behind his arms wrapped around her and she seemed to
calm down to almost deflate.
Larry cradled her as she leaned back against him. He spoke
softly to her. "Are you okay now? I didn't hurt you did
I?"
She said, "Yes.....I'm okay now.....I'll be alright."
That's when we made two major mistakes. The first was when
Larry lowered his mother so that she was seated on the sofa
and went to get her a glass of water and the second was when
I turned my back on her.
Leave it to an interior decorator to have useless glass
bowls all over the place. That's what she threw at me.
They were calling my name but coming to the surface was the
last thing that I wanted to do. I was floating in totally
silent blackness that was more comforting than split pea
soup. But they kept calling! It was like they were far far
away.
"Mr. Kerry, open your eyes." I don't think so.
"Mr. Kerry."
I think that I mumbled. "Mmmmm." Maybe I just imagined
that I did.
"Is his roommate here? Get his roommate nurse." My
roommate, that's Larry.
"He's in the waiting room with his father, Doctor. I'll get
him."
"Father.....Doctor.....Father.....Doctor." I felt warmth as
someone took my hand, although it felt very far away, so far
that it didn't feel like a part of me. Oh damn! I'm in a
hospital.....again.
"Alex, baby you gotta wake up." Larry's voice is deep and
rich with the promise of love and warmth.
I feel someone else take my other hand.
Larry says, "Please, Alex, just open your eyes." Then a
pause and, "Dad, why isn't he waking up?"
Dad? I force myself back to the surface and open my eyes
slightly.
"Larry, his eyes are open!"
Larry is kissing me and I can feel his hand next to my head
and I roll my face against it and then back in the other
direction. The other man looking down at me is handsome and
in his early forties. I try to say hello but my voice
doesn't seem to be working. It's like the order to speak
has been given but it's taking a while to get to my mouth.
The man leans down and says, "It's okay, Alex. You're gonna
be okay and we called your dads." He sounds like an older
Larry.
My voice arrived. "What the hell happened? They're not
coming back are they?" My voice sounded bad even to me.
The man's thumb was rubbing the back of my hand. "No. I
told David that I'd call him when you woke up but that I
didn't think it would be necessary for them to come back.
Your dad and I are business associates." Oh yeah, I
remember. Larry's dad smells good. Not cologne good but
manly and clean good.
Larry gently turns my head back to him. "She threw a bowl
at you. Clipped you right behind the right ear. For a
psycho she's got a good arm." Larry grins and says, "Stop
looking at my dad. You're supposed to be staring lovingly
into my eyes, not his."
I laugh but it sounds...wounded. "He looks like you,
Larry.....or rather you look like him." I'm so fucking
tired. "Am I really gonna be okay?"
"The doctors say that you'll be fine. You haven't been out
very long. A lot happened quickly. Mom has been sedated.
Dad came to the house right after she nailed you."
Mr. Donovan hunkered down next to the bed and spoke at my
eye level. "When I heard that she was coming here I got on
the next plane. I'm sorry that I didn't make it in time to
stop her." He closed his eyes for a moment and then said.
"I've been a real asshole with Larry but I had the normal
parental concern about a gay son and then she was working me
big time on the other side. Not that that makes it
forgivable."
My voice sounded hoarse. "He loves you and he needs you. I
don't think forgiveness will be a problem."
Mr. Donovan put his hand on my arm. "Larry has explained
some things to me....about what you guys have together." He
looked up at Larry and back down. "I wanna be there for you
guys. I mean I know that you don't really need me anymore
but I want you to know that I'm in your corner if you do."
I felt my eyes tearing up. "My dad said that you were a
good guy."
Larry came around the bed and got down next to his dad and
put his arm around his shoulders. He kissed him on the side
of his face and said quietly, "He is a good guy, he always
was."